The corners of Pei Jingchuan's mouth rose slightly, harboring a hint of satisfied amusement.
He tenderly caressed her cheek, his voice a whisper, "Yuzhu, I just want you to know that, no matter when, you are the most special presence in my heart."
Their gazes met again, overflowing with deep affection. Jiang Yuzhu gently nestled against Pei Jingchuan's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. At this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and happiness.
The room was brimming with a warm and romantic atmosphere, as if the entire world stood still for them.
Outside, the night had deepened, but in this modest space, their love was like eternal stars, bright and enduring.
As morning light seeped through the curtain gap to bedew Jiang Yuzhu's face, she slowly opened her eyes.
Time seemed to turn gentle at this very moment, with the sun high in the sky, indicating it was noon.
